Jacob walked into an empty compartment. All he had in his hands were his bag of clothes to change into as they made their way back and his broom... which he wasn't going to be riding for too much longer. Marcus had promised him a new broom and betters bat now that he'd won the Quidditch cup... even if the man didn't understand the game, he seemed to still be pleased that Jacob was still weilding brutal weapons.

Jacob sat down and stared out the window... Now was the begining of the homestretch. Jacob was going to be a sixth year, which meant he had only 2 more years, and then he was done with the never ending abbyss that they call Hogwarts... he'd be able the Play Quidditch all the time. What better of a Job could there be for him... And Vindictus was willing to help him get there.